Don’t Write Alone
| Where We Write
Living as Though the World Were One Long Summer
I aspire to read and to write as much as I can. If I’m lucky, I’ll get to do so in front of a window out of which I can see trees ache and bloom all summer.
Catapult
| Poetry
Great Canadian Novel
As if a country was not an ever-tightening feeling in my chest.
As if poetry was not an ever-tightening.